The Trees
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There they go, frolicking across the branches
leaping from leaf to leaf
watch your step, some fall, others float.
When the wind blows they hold on tight
they grip with all their might
reaching out for what might follow.
Some jig, some tango,
some work together, others sit and hold everything as one.
some bump, some mix; others squish so close they almost hug.
others are a little more classic.
Layer upon layer they sit together.
Layer under layer they disagree.
Layer above layer they work as one.
Layer beneath layer they push each other.
Layer by layer they create a beautiful tree.
That tree may be sparse, that tree may be full.
It may be bony, or it may be fluffy,
but someone will look and see that tree’s perfect song.